THE HOLIDAY TRAP II- Peter's story

Well, to be honest, I was sure that sooner or later my story would have been published on this site. As one of the results of last summers proceedings I, of course still belted, spent much time on the Internet. It's one of the last pleasures my wife Belinda grants me. She grants me to bowl too, but I quit my buddies team after the first evening trying to play being belted, chained and plugged. It's hard enough to walk along the Wal-Mart with red clogs.

'Fiona', to name her by her alias, told the story "The holiday trap" with a tone, that doesn't match the situation. The facts are almost correct, but in my point of view they suggest that I'm the bad guy and got a just handling. Well, that isn't true, it's totally unjust, but I don't see me in a position right now or anytime soon, to change my ongoing situation for a better.

Some details I'm going to address are told me by my wife later, when I fully confessed. That time I was shocked as much as on that last days of our summer vacation, but I'm not going to blame her for anything. I'm glad that she had forgiven me my misdemeanours, she had never talked about this vacation again, though it's still present.

Belinda is still in contact with one of the four ladies and able to phone the rest if necessary, but I have no chance to do also, it is part of their agreement, to prohibit me meet them a second time. But first I will tell you my story, Belinda has cross checked it and is satisfied about the result I hacked into out computer.

We, Belinda and me, spent our vacation for the second time on the Costa del sol. Though we're not very interested in getting burned by the sun at the beach, we visited the local sightseeing, old churches, forts, tombs and so on. But at the middle of the second week my wife got a severe headache, a megrim. When it comes it strikes her down and stays for at least two days where she needs to be kept in dark rooms and silence. I nursed her as good as possible but most of the time she wanted me out of our room and so I spent my time at the pool, able to visit her immediately. So far so true, but I was the one being pestered. A woman 'Sue' was keen on getting closer to me, spending drinks, doing sort of table dance in front of me, sitting on my laps at the bar for no reason. Wherever I went, she was there. I didn't notice the other three women until I met them at the beach. 'Sue' had taken my cell-phone from my chair and had left a notice saying, that I'll get it back at the beach. I was about to inform the security of the hotel, but it looked like a lot of trouble and so I didn't.

I also didn't see her that day until evening where I should met her to get my cell-phone back. She had waited for me and slipped off her dress presenting me my phone totally naked except for her red clogs.

"Do you want this ?"

"Yes. You'll give to me right now and we're finished."

"And who's going to please me ?"

"The man in the moon."

"No, it's you."

"When hell freezes."

"Good answer. It will be the place you're going to be when it happens."

She showed me her left hand, which had been behind her back so far, and it held a harpoon.

"On your knees !"

My heart missed a beat, I was about to cry for help, but I had seen tunas at the harbour. Dead tunas, harpooned tunas, tunas with two little holes, one a little bit larger than the other and on opposite sides.

"I do as you say ! I do as you say ! Point it away, please !"

"No way sucker !"

"Please, point the harpoon away, it might shoot unintentionally."

"Hooray. By that I mustn't take a decision anymore."

This woman was either drunk, stoned or mentally ill. Three other women entered the scene and I hoped for a quick rescue.

"Got him."

"Where's his wife."

"Out of order in their bedroom."

"Assisted her ?"

"Nope. Just the sort of headache you'll never have again."

"Understand. Pretty boy."

"It's going to be fun."

I shrugged, this was sort of a gang. Four women surrounding me, attempting me.

"Here's my watch, not a Rolex but a hundred dollars worth, I have a credit card, some cash. I'll give to you."

"Got that hard money on the tape ?"

"Yep, before it was swallowed by the sand."

"Jerk off !"

"What ?"

"I said, jerk off. Right now or you won't have anything anymore to touch by your hand."

She pointed the harpoon between my legs, threatening me at most. Though she seemed nuts to me, I hadn't believed her so far to kill me for coins. But being wounded was much more reasonable in this situation and a direct hit in that area would have been a severe injury followed by an unintentional death. I decided not to be another dead victim of an unintended death during an unintended robbery. Two minutes later it looked more like rape rather than a robbery.

"Pull up your short, get up and follow Hel...her to our room. One wrong move, one shout or anything you'll do suddenly, will kill you. Go ahead."

"No, go right along the beach to the suites."

I followed her orders from that time on. They blindfolded me and strapped me on the bed. My cock was as hard as rock as my adrenalin rushed through my body. One of the woman rode me and then sat on my face.

"Satisfy me or suffer !"

It was awful. I never did that before and even more I had never thought of doing practices like that. Maybe I should have watched some porn-films in my younger years to imagine a situation like that. They changed their positions like in a Basketball game, once one of them seemed satisfied she took the camera or surveyed the beach by one of two windows. The second talked to me endlessly, addressing me to mumble a 'yes' or 'no' to whatever she was talking about.

"Do you love your wife ? Would you tell her, that you betrayed her ?

Am I cute ?"

She kept talking about stupid things or parts of her body and whenever my answer didn't please her, she slapped me into my face.

"No ! No ! Stop it !"

"Shut up !"

"Fuck off you bitches you ..."

The pain was breathtaking. Her poking nails must have dug through my cock from left to right and vice versa, it was obvious that I was going to bleed out after passing out. But there were no fountains of blood, even her finger which must have stuck in my flesh wasn't bloody when she held it across her mouth signing me to be silent.

"Ok boy, you're not yet finished. You didn't serve me, but right now you wouldn't be able to serve anyone, except with your mouth, of course. But that is too risky right now, am I right ? Who would guarantee that you're not going to bite me ? So we let you cool off, get yourself clear of your situation and then let you do your duty. You'll serve us three more days, then ..."

"Never ! No way !"

"Never say 'Never' !"

The woman named 'Sue' left her position at the window and got something from the next room. It was some kind of ring with chains, lots of chains and on top some garage door transmitter, she poured it on the bed right between my legs.

"I'm sure you have never seen such a device before. It's a chastity-belt for males. Like that belts you might heard of they put on wives during the crusades."

"What the hell ..."

"... is the place this neat device is coming from, you'll see. Get it on girls !"

"Which size ? His size ?"

They laughed as they sorted the pile of chains and strange metal objects.

"Kidding ? He'll deserve first class."

"You mean 'Stallion class' ?"

"Exactly."

'Sue' screwed a big pole onto a metal plate.

"Damn ! He can unscrew it as easy as this !"

"No !"

"Pardon ?"

"No ! See this ? Looks like a ball pen but it's a soldering-iron. I'm going to fill up the tiny hole of the screw and he won't be able to use a screwdriver anymore."

"I see , you're fully equipped."

"Matter of experience, you know."

"We could do the same with the lock !"

"No, you have to clean him once in a while for hygiene reasons."

"I see, what a pity."

"Oh, she'll deal with it."

"Won't she skip it totally ?"

The four of them laughed again.

"Would you skip it, once it is successfully installed and lets say 'accepted' ?"

They kept on laughing.

"Ready ? Should we lift him ?"

"Yeah, a little bit, but first I need some crème."

"Some ?"

"A lot !"

"Look how scared he is, like we're going to cut his dick off ?"

"Aren't we ?"

"You damn bitches, you Hillbilly sluts, you ..."

The author 'Fiona' then gagged me with a small cushion, she pushed it far into my mouth almost in my throat and for the next maybe fifteen minutes I simply tried to breath and survive. Seconds after the gagging I felt a cold metal on my anus, something going way up, huge like an arm, cold like a bottle of beer out of the freezer. It went up and up and up and I thought it ended right under my stomach.

"Fit !"

"Close the belt."

"Okay."

"What about the front side ?"

"Snugly, maybe one size smaller."

"Sorry this is for adults, no smaller sizes."

"What about adult dwarfs ?"

They laughed like they were on drugs or warped back into their teenage years. I was sick, so sick. Normally I would have spit on the ground but it was impossible.

"Pull it down, I'll fix it. See, change this for that and put this into this hole, right ?"

"Where's the power device ?"

"Damn ! 'Sue' get me that box over there ... yeah that one."

"Is it charged ?"

"Since we met him. Hundred percent, fully charged."

"Let me try, let me try !"

"Just wait a minute. We all would like to see his face then."

"Okay."

"Right. I'm ready. Get me the lock."

'Sue' locked the belt and tested for the last time it's proper fit. Then they all got up and 'Helen' took the pillow out of my mouth. My first and only sounds were just mourning.

"Fine. Got everyone her transmitter ?"

"Hey, sissy, listen to me. Hey, look at me, I'm talking to you. Okay, in our hands we held radio transmitter, like that you'll open garage doors with. Once one of us pushes the green button, you'll get shocked by 10.000 Volts, understand. It's the same as these electro-shockers you can buy at any gas-station. Well, the difference is, you'll get it right into your ass, boy I would never ever try myself."

I nodded.

"Second. This red button under the plastic cup is called the 'MAD'-button. Like in the cold war, once one of us is attempted by you, hotel security or local police, the three of us will press it and you'll get electrocuted, Understand ?"

I nodded again.

"I think you don't understand. You don't believe me, I see it in your eyes. Lets get into some details. First, we're all wanted by the police for murdering our husbands, so we have nothing to loose. If you think about getting the rewards for us, think about how much money your life is worth to you. Second, this device won't kill you by thousands of Volts or Watts or whatever, it just measures your heartbeat and give it small shocks at the wrong moments. It'll look like a heart-attack, but you're flatline will stand any reanimation attempts, and if I say any I mean any. Once one of this four red buttons is pressed you're history. Oh, you're a science freak, yeah. What about this and that, maybe a steel chamber, like the hotel fridge, no transmission, no danger, time to put the belt off. Well, manipulating the belt will kill you, anyplace a cell-phone functions is a good place to die. Anytime we think, that you have screwed us up, is a good moment to die. Listen carefully, we don't want to kill you ... let's say ... right now. Perhaps it's not necessary to kill you at all, if and only if you do please us well. Once we're gone you can call the police, the FBI or the UN, but for the next three days your ass is ours. Repeat !"

"My ass is yours !"

"Otherwise you're ..."

"Dead !"

"Correct. You can go now and please your wife if you like to."

They released me, grabbed my few clothes and threw me out of the beach apartment. When I got up from the sand and looked back, they all held the transmitter high upon me. I ran away almost naked. Well, I humbled away, naked except for the belt. Maybe someone saw me, I didn't care, two hundred yards away behind a stonewall I took a hide and grasped for air, pulled up my shorts and slip on my sandals and shirt. No one around I lowered my shorts and took a close look on that chastity-belt. My ass was burning and just the thought of that pole made me vomit into the sand.

Twenty minutes later I made it back to my hotel room, going like a tin soldier and hoping nobody would recognize that contraption under my clothes. Since that evening I have never worn such thin clothes again. Belinda still had her megrim, she hold her hand over her eyes and said to me to be quiet and not disturbing her in no way. If anybody is going to nuke the town in the next few moments he or she'll have her blessings as long as it goes quickly and silently. I took my sheet, rolled me in like a hot-dog and tried to sleep myself. By then I thought, perhaps I could hide my situation and she'll never know, or when I wake up it was just a silly nightmare. It wasn't. The next three days they forced me to serve them in any possible way, my wife just left her bed for the toilet, grateful that I wasn't around. To her it was the best thing happened on that holidays, that on our last morning her megrim had nearly come to an end. It was the first morning she was able to spend the breakfast-time downstairs with some cereals and a tea. Usually very keen on getting her suitcases packed right, she ordered me to get everything done and tell her when we ready to leave for the airport. So I did. Our luggage was packed in minutes, I put it ready to take right next to our door. Time to get rid of that belt, I thought and took the elevator to the basement where I had direct access to the beach. Knocking on the door for almost a minute let my blood rush and accelerated my heartbeat. The door opened.

"Kneel down ! Crawl in !"

I did so.

"What do you want ?"

"I ... I'm going to leave in two hours."

"So what ?"

"Get that damn belt off !"

The woman named 'Sue' kicked her wooden clog into my stomach without warning. It felt like my bowels were crushed between her clog outside and the pole inside of me.

"You didn't learn anything, did you ? 'Fiona' ! Work to be done !"

The grabbed me, strapped me on the bed again, blindfolded me and then put those smelling panties over my face. For the next hour I didn't see anything. I'm sure there was a maid cleaning a trash can before she mumbled an excuse and fled the room. Finally the door opened again. I was sure we were going to miss our plane, my wife missing me, employees searching for me tipped by the maid, finding me like that, end of our journey, end of our marriage. Boy was I wrong. As my wife confessed to me on our mutual confession date, it was her, thinking about to end my life. She had waited for me in the lobby when she was addressed by a woman giving her a key, a DVD and a room-key, saying that if she'll miss her husband this will tell her why. Frightened she ran into our room, luggage packed and no notice from me, put the recorded DVD into the player with scare and then was dazzled by what she saw.

Later when I saw the mysterious DVD for the first time I knew why. Well on that morning, blindfolded and with four smelling panties on my face I was even glad, that I wasn't alone anymore.

"Where the fuck have you been. I'm going to miss my plane."

No answer. Well, no spoken answer. My dick was hit by something heavy and fast and spread waves of pure pain through my body though it was still kind of protected by the belt. Belinda told me it had been a golf club she had found on her way from our room to that apartment at the beach.

"Don't hurt me ! Don't hurt me ! Please ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry !

Please, my wife is missing me ! Please, let me go ! I won't tell anyone about you, I swear. Your dead husbands are your business, not mine.

Please, release me."

Then this woman came up on my bed and made herself comfortable. The way she got over my body I knew, that I was about to do another blow-job.

"Yes, I'll do it. I'll do it fast. I'll do it perfectly, but please, release me. Please, my ..."

No further words for the next fifteen minutes. This woman tasted different, smelled different, rode different and haven't a word. It was strange, so strange that I didn't even notice her perfume, a perfume I should have known well. Nearly breaking my nose she kind of exploded into my face, I tried to protect my face but the result was ooze dripping slowly into my left ear, a kind of feeling you'll never want to experience, trust me. She tried to take deep breaths as I did also, moments later she lowered her waist again riding my face again. I didn't serve her immediately so she pressed her crotch harder on my face. My tongue ached, my lips were sore and my nose swollen red, I felt so humiliated that I didn't recognize the shower right into my face and all over the pillow, as I did see later. I grasped for air. Meanwhile she put her shoes on, walked to the bathroom, refreshed herself or whatever and then came back. I noticed how she pulled on a rope attached to my left arm and seconds later slammed the door shut. I could move my arm and managed to open the knot on my right arm. I got upright and lifted my blindfold. I was still locked, but there was a card between my knees.

Sure, with SCPS. Consider it done. How could I thought they would keep their promises. Of course, they'll send it to my home address with 'Santa Claus Parcel Service', together with a new Porsche, a new office double sized ten floors up and a stock option gratification accumulated for the last five years. I looked at my watch, ten minutes left to get myself clean, luggage downstairs, checked out and my wife into cab. I needed nine minutes and would have done it in eight without the plug. I smelled for sure, but it didn't bother me until we sat in our cab for the airport, I opened the window. During the flight I misused the toilet to get myself as clean as it was possible under such circumstances. My nose was still as red as it would be if I am an alcoholic, but there was no way to manage this problem. Well, that was my problem during the flight, the problem which came after my flight was of the same size, powered by ten on an open scale. We had departed from an small airport, where security measurements were tightly ... hung out on almost every wall, but the only person we had to pass from out cab to the runway was the ground personal of our airline requesting tickets to verify them. This Homeland Security officer and his two friends the US Border Patrol officer and the US Customs officer didn't look very friendly and this metal detectors in their hands as well. My heart felt like I was wearing a nuclear bomb or tons of cocaine. My feet suggested to make a U-Turn, but my head said being shot in the back wouldn't be good press. The row proceeded, 'beep' - a tiny money clip in the left pocket of that salesman or starlet or whatever, 'beep' - a nickel the boy missed to get out of his pocket, 'beep' the trademark of bear the little girl held in her arms.

'Beep - beep - beep', the woman in front of my was gone, my turn. There would be a long 'beep' or an endless 'Beep - beep - beep', but it was just an alarm siren and a flashing light that went on. I was shocked, people were shocked, the Homeland Security officer wasn't as calm as his colleagues, he put his hand on his holster. I was grabbed by my arm and they were so kind to help me that way to find the cabin for special examinations. My wife followed me, guarded by female US Customs officer, before I entered the room I could see her led into another office. It was the most embarrassing moment in my life, when they examined me head to toe, pointing a MP at me all the time. Then I had to strip naked, well, almost naked which made their eyes widen like popcorn in a microwave.

"Get that belt off !"

My mind tried to slip away, I thought about this situation like I was a different person, sitting in a cinema. It was me on the big screen, in black and white with a big black moustache, acting like an idiot ten percent faster than in real life and a mistuned piano somewhere behind me. Idiots, would I wear such a thing if I had a choice. I raised my shoulders, ten-thousand dollar for a whole under my feet. Ok, let's say fifty grand. But now, immediately.

"I ... can't."

It wasn't the beginning of a friendship, but of my confession how I got myself into it. And it was the beginning of them examining me under the microscope, well actually an X-Ray. As told by my wife later on, they would have kept me for further interrogations if she wouldn't have been able to convince the female officer, that I didn't smuggle Plutonium or drugs. She made a confession herself and showed the officer two pieces of evidence which explained it all. She even got her to the point to be part of the following conspiracy. After watching the DVD and showing her the key for the belt, she explained her ideas for my future. They made the X-rays and let me go half an hour later. I met my wife on the outside where I was guided. There she stood, alone in front of our car at a police examination parking lot.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but your husband set off the alarm and we had to exam him in detail. We apologize for our methods but hope you'll understand our duty to protect our country. Ma'am ! Sir !"

"Peter ?"

"I told you about my ski-accident as a young man. Those screws set off the alarm. They made those X-rays for nothing, damn. Lets get home soon."

At home there was a large envelope waiting for me at the door. I took it, opened the door for Belinda and got back to the garage. Saved. The key fit into the lock and I stripped of pants down to my knees. I dumped that evil thing into the trash can and placed some crap over it. With a small bag I returned to our house and that evening I had great sex with my wife for the last time so far. Well, as I said, I'm still belted and looking back those period of freedom lasted only one week. What had happened ? Belinda's plan had happened. Right at the airport she got all information about those four women on the DVD, they had landed an hours before us and were clearly identified. Their story about their husbands was a hoax, they were not wanted by anybody and had made me a complete fool. They lived an hour away from us, my wife has never told me where exactly, but she visits 'Helen' on a regular base on her way to her orthodontist. In the video I commented on her teeth in comparison to those teeth which nearly bite my cock off during that interrogation. That was the reason Belinda sold my car later on financing her first class orthodontic treatment, she started that week. By the end of that week my new life began. For the first time in months she demanded sex, boy I was glad. But it all went wrong like in a bad deja-vu. I never knew we had cuffs in our bed until then. I thought the belt was burned to ashes in the local incinerator until then.

"What do you think about my new braces."

"They're shining so bright. Looks good."

"Don't you think I'm too old getting my crooked teeth fixed."

"No. Who said so ?"

"Do you find me attractive ?"

"Yes, of course."

"Does it bother you me wearing those clogs."

"Well, they're not sexy."

"Would they be sexy on you ?"

"No."

"Well, we'll see. Am I sexy ?"

"Yes, honey, sure !"

Belinda stood up and slipped into the red clogs.

"And now."

"The same."

"No need to betray me, an old woman with braces and worn clogs ?"

"What are you talking about ?"

"Would you betray me ?"

"No, of course not."

"And touching yourself ?"

"No, I never did so, you know."

"Do I ? Well ... that doesn't matter."

"What doesn't matter."

"Whether you did or did not, you won't do it anymore."

"Of course."

"Of course."

During those last sentences she had played with my dick kicking it with her clog and then turned around an left for the kitchen. When she came back she held up a well known contraption in her left hand and a small one in her right.

"Time to settle things."

Without any problems she put the belt on me and locked it with the padlock. There was no key she just pressed it close.

"This is what I like you to wear for the next two years, no discussion. And this is the contraption I have to wear for the next two years. It's an orthodontic facebow for my braces, I'll have to wear it at night and for some hours a day. You'll understand that kissing it quite complicated but you won't have to miss kissing my lips while I wear it."

"I don't understand."

"There's nothing to understand. Nothing for you, but for me. All those years I wasted my time having sex with you I didn't like at all. I wasted my time with a husband like you who didn't find me attractive. Do you like being kicked with red clogs ? You're going to be. Do you like to wear them yourself ? Fine, you will do so. Are you accommodated to wear a chastity-belt for three days ? Ok, your gonna wear it the next three days and the three days following and so on and on. Do you like to lick pussies ? Hooray, I definitely like it, too. And best part of it, I read on the Internet that it prevents getting megrims, a miracle."

I was stunned and my face must have looked stunned too.

"Where do I know all of this from ? That's a good question. Let's say four fairies told me one day on a DVD. Showed me, how my desires could come true. Well, my only desire at that time was, getting rid of my megrim, but I was silly, taking what they offered me, was a lot more than that. They showed me how to get a complete new life, I have never fantasized of, and boy, I'm beginning to like it and I'm not going to give it up anymore. Understand ? Now, do what you are doing so well ! But ... wait, I'll have to try something."

She reached below the bed grabbed her bag and pulled out our garage door transmitter. Pointing to my belt she pressed the key. Nothing happened, she shook it and pressed the button again. Next she pointed it to the window and I could hear our garage door opened. She lifted her finger, pressed again and the door closed.

"Think ... think ... think. If it doesn't work but it's not damaged this means that ... that ... that it's sending the wrong signal. I have to scan for the right one. Ok, open the back, switch to instruction mode and press until door reacts."

Five seconds later I screamed like being whipped on my ass or tortured with fire.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I have to test it, I thought they were just kidding."

"Uh ... oh ... please, never do this again."

"I won't. I won't ... if it's not necessary. I promise. And now, please me."

With that statement she crawled up and sat on my face. It wasn't complicated to remember the scent, I was trapped.

Peter

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